Within The Ice and snow [Open]

In the midst of the ruins that had once been the mighty vandenreich base, there was a lone figure, a figure whose crimson cloak was whipping around in the tundra’s gale. There had been just crumbling walls and destroyed dreams here, in the top or some argued the very bottom of the world. A place where there was no sun, there was merely the starlight to go by, a place of such bitter biting cold that only the adapted survived. There was no easy path out here in the midst of this blizzard where everything was so extreme difficult, and yet in this setting the girl continued to survey the ruins, those mercury eyes of hers shimmering against the feeble starlight that was cast down from above, almost luminous like a felines or a predators eyes, and as the snow blew past?

There would be her scythe, standing at a good head height taller than her, it was beginning to be covered in icicles and frost as well as snow that was freezing onto those icicles meaning that it had been resting there for quite some time before the girl had decided to sit down in the snow, pulling her cloak around her for warmth as she seemed to just sit there, in the heart of the blizzard even with the winds themselves howling around her with a ferocity all their own. Her cloak whipping about wildly while she hunched herself over and curled in on herself for the moment.

“I feel like i may not have children thanks to this cold”

The girl who was not really a girl, but a 10,000 year old sugiuran known as the western scythe: Ruby Icewalker, had mumbled as she had curled up in the snow, sluggish and tired from the trip she had made between dimensions, as it had been her first ever trip. Here she was in the legendary human world or so it was known to her from the verbal stories passed on in the icewalker clan. A place of untold power, riches and where beings lived that had been known as heroes. Now Ruby had been drawn to those stories even from a young age, and yet? Here she was in the middle of fucking no mans land without a clue where she was going and pretty much freezing herself to death, even though she had two things that had been so far keeping her alive in this blizzard.

First there was her psionic armor, the unique trait that she had where her psionic energy was naturally covering her skin, and that had taken the pure bite out of the cold. Making it so that instead of bone-rending chill, she was just feeling a slight chill on her body, and then there was her cloak, which was thick due to needing to deal with the sugiuran winters in the land of guardian beasts. Yet she had been out there for at least six hours and was shivering, and exhausted, and so? The Western scythe had laid down for a nap, curling up around her scythe which would remain sticking straight up. Yet for now? Her silver gaze had slipped shut this strange land disappearing behind the lids and thick lashes.

Now as she was sleeping? The snow would pile up over her body, which would only be kept alive thanks to A) the sheer ability she had that in some cases could be considered a kind of immortality all its own. This ability was her body being able to regenerate fast enough that there had been 0 dead cells in it. Now instead of being for dead cells right now, it was fighting off frostbite, fixing the body as damage was dealt. Yet even with that, it wasn’t a nice feeling to go to sleep when it felt like the inside of one of those industrial walk-in freezers that remained at a scorching 2 degrees fahrenheit, So for now? She would sleep as she was covered up by the snow submitting to a light slumber in the land of eternal ice and snow.